"...And I'm sure that there are more of them about" ended the Beta general, nervously scuffling his hooves.
Yolise boredly lounged about, using the grandest room in the palece as his personal roost. It was, really, the throne room for the King and Queen, which had just been taken for it's beautiful velvet carpeting and comferable feel. He had not really been listening to his brothers report, for he considered his older sibling rather boring, but extreamely loyal.
Yolise was an extremely intelligent king. He had created a ranking style based of the wolf system, which was nearly impossible to learn unless you befriended them (or threatened them). That was why it was plain he was king and Kort, although the oldest, was...not. I kid you not, Yolise was very sharp, and he goaded it over everyone who would listen. The stallion was very young, and had not yet guided the appropriate grace that Kort already had.
"That's all very fine, Kort. Good scout, and whatever. Take the next day off to rest from your journey."
Yolise watched his brother scuttle quickly from the room and wondered, mildly, if something was troubling him. Then, shrugging the thought away, he decided to go play with his son.
The furthest thing form Korts mind was play. He was rushing outside the castle by the secret passage to complete his task. His job was difficult, for he would need to work with no rest if the rebellion was to work. Swiftly, he stepped outside and took a deep breath of air and began to search. He first found a ugly patch of brush. He pawed the pacted earth vigerously and dug it all out by the roots. Clenching it in his teeth, he lugged it all the way back to the fortress and left it just inside the passage before returning for the rest.
Kort repeated this process several time in various areas. He gathered everything from dead plants to disfigured logs. He would of broke down in exhaustion by the end of it, if it were not the knowledge that he would never be without fear until he escaped. Soon he had a pile of bark that filled the whole poison room, forcing one to painfully manuever around it to get to and from the inner castle.
The stallion took a quick breather, shaking off the sweat and resting his weary limbs. Finally, he jerked himself to his feet as he found himself nodding off. No, there was time to sleep! He began dragging his part down, down, down through the stoneways and he placed it in various areas about the ways. Back and forth, he walked and ran and jogged, never ceasing his endless job. Kort returned to find but two bushes left. He tugged these two outside and nestled them against the walls on the hind right side, in the single blind spot of the building.
How did he know this? Do you need to ask? He was, after all, the most knowledgable uniconr in the palace.
At last, at the very end of his complicated task, Kort lay down in his room, and let out a deep sigh. It had taken him the entire day, and he was exhausted. The physical work had sapped all his strength, and he barely made it to his private quarters through the castle to collapse and sleep. He could just doze off for an hour or two before the mayham began.